Trenton Smith's lips slowly formed a straight line.
His gaze fell upon her face,
As if he was trying to discern something from her eyes.
After a moment, he gently traced her face, his voice deep. "Promise me, don't let a second man touch you."
"..."
"I've said it before, you can hate me, but don't use yourself to get back at me."
Norris Moore tilted her head to look at him, then chuckled, her expression full of interest, "But a second man has already touched me. And you even personally handed me over to him. For me, whether it happens once or twice, it's all the same. I don't care Trenton, as long as it upsets you, I'm willing to do anything."
Trenton Smith stared at her smile, her face filled with defiance. His eyes gradually darkened,
As if a storm was rapidly taking hold in his dark pupils. The hand he had on her face slipped down, grabbing her fragile neck.
He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "It seems like you really don't want to live."
